Blind in the silence of grace

Standing out as it waits all like god

On the grave and sees me

It isn’t me, savior isn’t me

Isn’t me lately, savior isn’t me

It’s the therapy of life, when it opens your eyes

It’s my patternless tide, it’s you shining the light

When the fortune and doom

Become fortune and doom

And all of the errors collide

Situations breed density, creates a vacancy

And it’s you, as a ghost

Becomes you, as a ghost

It evolves

As your’s alone

Lights out, you want to see

The same way to me

It evolves

Can you believe in a feeling

& create a life that defeats the use?

So wise to the scenes you have sown

And promote all you know

With courage, and the beauty

Of who you think you are

And who you once were

Oh it’s a narrow path to the gate

And when you persist it promotes decay

You wanted to see

The same release to fall

As it feels too free

All around the fall

The walls collapse all over

And it becomes me

You hide your face

Can’t see the trace

Of the soul colliding with the grace